Love In The Rain by Adam Mann and Meet the character.

There is something nice and warm about this blurb. The story I have here today, and its Heroine, is Love In The Rain by Adam Mann.

Synopsis.

Nobody loves like an Irishman.

By a sheer stroke of bad luck Henry gets caught by an early morning tropical storm whilst he’s swimming in the sea.  He sensibly gets out of the water and finds shelter in a beach house, and a few moments later is joined by a sodden rain drenched lady.

Felicity is cold and wet and she has nothing dry to wear so she asks Henry to hold her so that they can both benefit from their body warmth until the rain subsides.

That’s only the start of a very long story…

Neither are star-crossed lovers and both have been damaged by previous relationships, but life can be strange and result in quirks and fantasies.

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And here’s the Heroine, Felicity.

Hi, Felicity, and thank you for being here with us. Is Felicity your real name?

No, Hermione was my christened name.Felicity is more than a nickname as most of my friends only call me Felicity.

Profession.          

I have been a lawyer for several years specializing in Corporate Law.

Are you happy with your life?             

I am now, and there’s no point looking back.

Your thoughts on love? 

I never really knew what love was until I met Henry.  Until then, I’d just decided to have a boyfriend, and then probably get married, without much enthusiasm.

Which talent would you like to have?  

I like flowers, and I wish I was a better artist so that I could draw better pictures of flowers.

 

On what occasions do you lie?  

I must admit I don’t always tell the truth, not really lying, but also maybe trying not to hurt peoples’ feelings.

What kind of impression do you make on people when they first meet you? Is that accurate?

I’m multi-racial – my father is Caucasian from the States, and my mother a Filipino, so that probably shows when I meet people.  I like smiling so that people know I’m happy, and have confidence in me.

Worst and best thing that happened to your life?

I was really disappointed with my first fiancé and engagement and I realize now that he didn’t really love me, like Henry does!  Meeting Henry on the beach in the rain is something that I still remember, and probably always will.

 

What is in your refrigerator right now?          

Whoops, I don’t know.

Favorite dish?

Henry introduced me to an Indonesian dish, called Rendang, which is beef preserved in coconut oil.

The perfect night out.    

When we first returned to Singapore and I decided to live with Henry, we didn’t go out much.  Now we do and we both like Classical Music, and a late night dinner.

 

 

You wake up to find a poisonous spider on your pillow next to his/ her head.   

Living in Singapore that is a distinct possibility, so I’d move slowly not to startle the spider, until I or Henry could remove it.

Why did you choose the shirt you have on?   

Although my office and apartment is air-conditioned, I like loose cotton clothes.  I don’t have very big breasts so that keeps me cooler.

Do you miss being a child?        

Not really, I was an only child, and my father was not there.

What errand or chore do you despise the most? 

Washing up.

Is marriage outdated?   

No, it’s the local convention, and now Henry and I are married that made my mother happier, and my employer (the law firm) more confident in my work.

 Are you more of a hunter or a gatherer? 

Definitely a gatherer.

What is your least favorite thing about humanity?

False pride.  Let me explain:  Before I met Henry I as engaged to a man who was more worried what others thought about me, than me.  Maybe he was concerned about my mixed race.

Thank you, Felicity!


Extract.

The rain had not abated.  He looked around and then could see another figure struggling through the rain, and towards where he was standing.  As the figure approached Henry realised that it was a female figure wearing a sodden straw hat and a thin gossamer shawl that was also now sodden.  He held out a hand to help the woman climb the steps to the verandah, and now he could see that she was wearing only a bikini under her shawl.

“Thanks,” she acknowledged in English, dripping from the rain.

She took off her wet hat and dropped it on the floor.  She had wet hair, but the colour was just dark and not really distinguishable being wet.  Her transparent shawl clinged to her body and barely covered her so that he could see her dark blue green bikini under the shawl.

She shivered, and took off the shawl looking around her, just holding it in her hand.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“No,” he replied, “like you I’m sheltering from the rain.”

“But you’re just as wet as me,” she smiled at him.

“I was swimming in the sea when the rain started,” he explained.

“That’s what I was planning to do,” she smiled again, and shivered.

“Don’t you have a towel?” she asked.

Henry pointed to his sodden towel still covering his haversack on the floor, and picked it up to wring it out.  He draped the towel over the hand rail just out of the rain.

He looked back at her and could see she still was still wet and shivering.  He reached for her hand and they moved together, just touching one another, but she shivered again looking up at him.

“Is there anyone here?” she insisted looking at the door.

He shook his head; “Bolted on the inside.”

They moved a bit closer together, and immediately their body heat responded.  Her wet skin had been cold but now it was warming a bit.  She looked up at him again.

“My name’s Felicity,” she explained.

“Hi, Felicity, I’m Henry,” he said looking down at her.

She turned to face him putting her arms around his waist, and they must have stood like that for several minutes.

“If I take off my bra will you promise to behave?” she smiled again, “it’s uncomfortable when it’s wet,” she explained.

He looked down at her and could see her drying hair was probably an auburn colour, not so long and just down to the shoulders.

“Unclip it please, Henry,” she asked.

Henry had to use both hands to undo the clip on her back, so that effectively they now stood facing one another face to face, and holding one another with both arms.

As the clip came undone she moved away slightly so that the bra fell on the floor at their feet.  There had not been any shoulder straps that he could see.

She wriggled a bit and looked up at him; “Thanks, that’s better.”

Henry could now feel her cold breasts and nipples on his chest.  Her breasts were not big, and her bra had been generously padded.

Henry took a deep breath.

“Warmer?” he asked, and she smiled in reply, having to put her head back to look at him.  The effect was that her stomach moved closer to him, and he could feel her warmth through his swimming trunks.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I’m staying at a Rest House up there on the cliffs,” and he nodded toward the headland at the end of the beach.

“I’m staying with some friends in the town, but we couldn’t agree what to do this morning, so I came here alone, and then the rain started,” she offered an explanation.

They were definitely warmer now, and she moved her body against Henry.  She must have been about eight inches shorter than Henry, who inadvertently put his hand lower than her waist to hold her bottom, which he lifted up and towards him.

“Wow,” she breathed, and laughed, “definitely warmer now!”


 2018-04-16 09.11.36 amThe Author

Adam Mann has worked for over 50 years as a sustainable development consultant for emerging economies in Africa and then Asia, but has now retired and lives with his family in a mountainous area of Vietnam.  In his retirement he has published seven books, and under his pen name he has written another 30 romance novellas, some of which have been self-published.

http://www.adammannauthor.com

 

 

 

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